Ice Age: Collision Course
(2016)
(SPOILERS) Five hasn’t been the charm lately, underlining,
as if it were necessary, that studios never know to quit when they’re ahead.
True, Fast Five found its franchise
propelled to new box office heights, but this summer’s Transformers: The Last Knight looks like it will have to settle for
about half the gross of its predecessor (pretty awful considering Paramount set
up a writer’s room in order to spew out a whole universe of robot spin-off
movies and sequels). Pirates of the
Caribbean: Salazars Tell No Tales has actually done okay, but that’s still
a $300m drop on On Stranger Tides. And
last year, Ice Age: Collision Course
also saw the franchise balloon suddenly deflate without warning, again taking
half the previous instalment’s take. The lesson? Viewer fatigue, when it
strikes, can strike suddenly and devastatingly. And yet, the thing is, for all
the drubbing this fifth outing took, it isn’t that bad.
The caveat here is that none of the Ice Ages are really especially good, espousing as they do the same
lumpenly indolent and inclusive family message the Fast & Furious moves do, but with considerably less élan. Their
salvation has always been Scrat’s interludes, and this one is no exception,
going for broke with the Warner Bros influence; if he’s Blue Sky’s Wylie Coyote
(and the acorn is his Road Runner), then Collision
Course finds him in Marvin the Martian territory. Most critics evidently
felt this was a step too far, marrying an already historically implausible
cartoon series with ancient aliens, but this is a series that was long since
desperately in need of some form of distinguishing feature (I can’t tell any of
the other sequels apart from each other, and I doubt that I’m alone).
In pursuit of the object of his enduring affection, Scrat
finds himself aboard a UFO, in space, and causing all sorts of carnage that
puts the Earth in peril, and from which the usual crew must deliver themselves.
The mammoths lead by Ray Romano’s Manny (I always imagine John Ratzneberger is
voicing him), are a complete snooze, and Dennis Leary’s sabre-toothed tiger Diego
isn’t much better (there’s one nice moment where he and Jennifer Lopez’s Shira
tuck into some grapes and inadvertently scare some kids witless with their “bloody”
fangs).
But offering compensation are John Leguizamo’s sloth, an
abject idiot prone to rubbing his eyes with poison ivy, Sean William Scott’s
opossum (during the mammoth daughter’s parental training, he plays the mewling
infant, before announcing “I am a method
actor so I will need to be changed” – as per usual, there are numerous
bodily function gags), and Simon Pegg’s antic weasel, who has a lot going on in
his brain, including Neil deBuck Weasel (Neil deGrasse Tyson).
There are nominal threats from Nick Offerman’s dromaeosaur
and his sons, and the oncoming meteor shower, but there’s little sense of urgency
to the gang’s quest to save themselves and the planet, which is pretty much the
somnambulant tone that afflicted earlier escapades. They arrive in Geotopia,
where an animal elite led by Shangri Llama announce “We are young, happy and safe and always will be” and despite their
unnatural predilection, so proves to be the case. If you cut out the
moralising, sermonising and ineffectually affirmative statements, you’d be left
with a 30-minute Ice Age: Collision
Course consisting of a sabretooth squirrel, a sloth, an opossum and a
one-eyed weasel. And it would be pretty good.
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